❝Who am I?❞
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❝You're my daughter.❞
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❝Then how come your never there for me?❞
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Isabella Stark, Tony Starks
daughter, becomes closer to he...
i tried to ration with you no murders, no crimes of passion but damn
sza ⸻ kill bill
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Hotel De Paris, Monaco May 27th, 2011
The hot Mediterranean sun beat down on Bella as she slipped on her Chanel sunglasses and stepped out of the black Rolls Royce. Her father and Pepper walked in front of her while Happy walked behind, carrying a suitcase that housed the Iron Man suit. All around them crowds cheered, and cameras flashed as they walked towards the Hotel De Paris. They were going to watch the Grand Prix from its restaurant. She kept her head down, brown hair falling in front of her eyes, as she walked up the steps. It was a vain attempt to try and ignore the paparazzi.
Only an hour ago, they had landed in Monaco and driven straight here restaurant. The Grand Prix was starting later that afternoon. It was going to be a short trip, so only a few more hours until she could fly back to the comfort of her home.
As they entered the luxurious restaurant, she walked beside Tony and Pepper as Tony whispered to the red head, "You know, it's Europe. Whatever happens in the next twenty minutes, just go with it."
"Go with it? Go with what?" Pepper turned to him confused and then traded a look with Bella. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
"Mr. Stark?" A familiar voice spoke in front of them. To Bella's dismay, Natalie Rushman stood in front of them, a smile plastered on her face.
"Hey." Tony greeted her while Bella and Pepper looked on disapprovingly.
"Hello. How was your flight?" she asked politely.
"It was excellent. Boy, it's nice to see you." He flirted and Bella couldn't stop her eyes from rolling.
"We have one photographer from the ACM, if you don't mind. Okay?" She stepped aside and a man with a camera stepped forward.
She took her sunglasses off and Tony put his arm around her and Pepper. The three of them posed for the photo as Pepper whispered to Tony, "When did this happen?"
"What?" You made me do it." Tony jested.
"I made you do what?" Pepper spoke through her phony smile.
"You quit. Smile. Look, right there. Stop acting constipated. Don't flare your nostrils." He motioned to the camera as it flashed a few more times.
"You're the most predictable person I know." Bella shook her head as the photographer thanked them and walked away.
